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[Verse 1]
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My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
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He was a young man then and I was a little fella
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I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
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He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs
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Carry on my wayward son on a hippie radio
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Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
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And I was band and I would stand and we'd bounce down the road
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A boy and his dad in a Pontiac with that hippie radio
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[Verse 2]
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Can't' remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
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But I'll never forget those baby blues and the glow of that dashboard light
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I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
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I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car
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It was White Wedding and Rebel Yell on the hippie radio
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I was Werewolf in London, and she was Lady Marmalade's soul
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And I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off back a road
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A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and the hippie radio
[Verse 3]
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Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
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I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
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My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
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My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song
[Chorus 3]
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Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
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A-B-C, 1-2-3, don't blink or he'll be gone
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And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said "I know"
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A boy and his dad and a boy and his girl in a Pontiac
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And the hippie radio
